Enjoy Yourself

“Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think,

Enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink,

The years go by as quickly as a wink,

Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.”

Some concepts have staying power and the message behind the song “Enjoy Yourself (It’s Later Than You Think)” is a perfect example. Written in 1949, the song was first popularized by Guy Lombardo. Over the past seven decades, musical giants such as Bing Crosby, Doris Day, Louis Prima, and even The Supremes recorded the simple tune.

I love the song for the way it uses humor to remind us to live in the present moment. Or in the parlance of the day, YOLO (text-speak for “You only live once”). My favorite version is this stripped down one, performed by Todd Snider.

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Evening at the Beach, Lincoln City, Oregon 2018

The Black Oystercatcher Needs a New Name

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy watching and listening to Black Oystercatchers (Haematopus bachmani) but I hate their name. Yes, they are black in color but they don’t eat oysters, and oysters don’t need catching. This misnomer we can blame on the British (and who doesn’t enjoy blaming the British now and then).

A related species of these iconic coastal birds were named in 1731 by Mark Catesby, an English naturalist touring the southeastern United States. He described them as eating oysters and thus their new name was born, American Oystercatcher.

Previously, other species in England were called Sea Pies in reference to their pied coloration. I find that name quite charming (though sailors of the time might have confused it with a layered meat entree).

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If we’re going to name the bird after its food then a more accurate name would be Black Musselpicker. Since they dine primarily on mussels and limpets on intertidal rocks. As you can see in the above photo, Black Oystercatchers blend in fairly well. I usually hear them before I see them. Their loud ringing whistles can even be heard over the sound of crashing waves.

Sadly, they are a species of concern out here on the Oregon Coast. The Portland Audubon Society is working with other groups to monitor the birds, especially during nesting season. According to 2015 data there were 500-600 individuals in Oregon. Unfortunately, I learned recently that none of the Black Oystercatcher hatchlings along the Central Oregon Coast survived this year. No matter the name, I certainly hope they remain for a long, long time.

I’m a Pomeranian!

Since I was adopted it has always been a guessing game as to my ethnicity. Using my basic physical characteristics combined with where I was born it was presumed I was Scandinavian with a touch of German. I was born with red hair (which turned blonde when I was a toddler), I’m relatively tall, with a wee bit of a temper.

Fast forward to the miracles of DNA testing. I just received my results tonight and it turns out I am less than 10% Scandinavian and roughly a quarter Germanic. However, the majority of my heritage is centered on the south shore of the Baltic Sea, an area known as Pomerania (from po more, Slavic for “by the sea”). Fascinating!

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